Put 'em up

Admittedly, the sour look that flashed across the dog’s eyes at her mention of a companion did intrigue her. Had he had some before and then lost them? Of course, she would be devastated if Abbadon or Abigor died, but at the same time she knew they were simply tools at her disposal. She gave them protection and food and they did the same for her. It was a symbiotic relationship, but nothing more. They had their job and she had hers, it was as simple as that.

As she rushed forward, so did her opponent. He was surprisingly quick, she’d give him that, and her jaws landed on empty air as he brushed past her, aiming for her hind leg. That same leg lifted, her paw jutting out to try and kick him in the face at his approach which her head whipped sideways, snapping at his tail in an attempt to get his attention elsewhere.